Let me tell you, then, about the time I slew the great big dragon.
While Anselm of Canterbury's famous philosophical nugget was meant for no more than to simply illuminate the splendor of God to the unbelievers of old, someone nonetheless must have imagined as an intellectual curiosity the largest possible human being, one that could not be possibly any bigger if anyone could even try. That intellectual curiosity would nine months later emerge in Barkhamstead, CT.
I am in unfathomable anguish. Every lucid moment of my life I spend lamenting the perversity and enormous absurdity of my continued existence. I am a mockery of Nature and of the God who willed Nature to be. I am less than the nothing that was before He created the heavens and the earth.
“There are… there are other ways. More decisive ways. I’m warning you… I’m a non-violent man, but I have my limits. I could… I could call professionals...”